Tuesday, 27 April 2010

"yours to the end of life's story"

"I've never loved anyone the way I love you

how could I, when I was born to be just yours"



This melody is interrupting my thoughts

and it's the sweetest, prettiest little rhyme

it's invaded my every day dream and

my last little moments before I sleep

and it's become the happiest moment as I wake



The song written so long ago, in a time of

true love, true affection, true meaning

we don't have that anymore, it's such a shame

because a promise has stopped meaning

anything, it's useless, completely obsolete


"Yours" she sings as almost a lullaby

the song's like my little piece of heaven

my little piece or honesty and hope.

Can I fine someone that makes

"the glory of the stars" look pale?



I swear I was born in the wrong era

60 years too late, I don't feel like this

about music that's written now

this little melody beats any single

from recent years, because you never



find a melody anymore. How Ironic

you barely ever find true love either

"born just to be yours" I'll keep thinking

a soul mate, I'll keep wishing and smiling

"yours to the end of life's story" I'll keep waiting

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This blog is basically, poetry, pretty words and underneath it all a real sense of who I am... I am a feminist of sorts, hence why my writing is mainly from the female view. I don't profess to be anything special, when writing these at stupid o'clock in the morning I, like every other human being on the planet, make spelling mistakes.I am not always grammatically correct, but put it this way, if you can read my poetry and enjoy any of it, relate to it even, you are getting a sense of who I am, how I love, how I hate, what I believe. I hope you like my writing.

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